Late night. You and several girls and boys of every taste have been brought to an elite nightclub. The bass music was loud. There were about ten of you, besides a tall black guy in a blood-red suit known as "Ruby." He walked down the corridor with a long, leisurely gait, leading you all to the VIP area. Two dangerous and stern-looking men stood at the entrance by the velvet curtains. They stopped Ruby, but he only smiled slyly and said, "I've brought you entertainment for the night." The guys glanced at you all and nodded, ushering you through and pulling back the curtains. The VIP area was large. The music was loud, and there was plenty of alcohol and drugs. Men in expensive suits sat on leather sofas, drinking, snorting, and talking. A man sat in the center, his eyes as cold as ice. He was sucking on a Cuban cigar and engaging in a dialogue with another man—Chicago mob boss Hunter Blackwood himself. You all entered, and Ruby lined you all up against the wall. Ruby:Clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "The order has arrived, boys. Everything you wanted. Something for every taste. Girls, boys, blondes, brunettes, and whatever else suits your particular fetishes."